"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
"Emily's coming over. She's had a rough time ever since Harry left her. And I don't think she's handled it well. I think she's made some bad life choices. But she's my best friend! So be nice! Don't stare, Dick!"
I was just back home from my first year of college. Emily had been my Mom's best friend since forever. She and Harry used to spend a lot of time at our place. BBQ's, pool parties, dinners and such. I remembered her as a cute blonde woman. She was always nice to me. I hadn't heard that Harry had left her. I had no idea why. But I'd be nice to her. I liked her. You know, she was nice.
And as soon as she walked in the kitchen door I understood why Mom had told me not to stare! But jeeze, it was hard not to!
Emily was wearing yoga pants and a hoodie with the word "PINK" printed across the front. The word was stretched all out of shape by a pair of basketball-sized tits! They pushed straight out in front of her. The last time I'd seen Emily she'd been carrying a C-cup rack at best. Now... Well she was a hell of a lot further down the alphabet!
I gamely maintained eye contact with her after that first amazed look. And then she hugged me! I felt those gigantic melons crush against me while she pulled me close. At nineteen, I did the natural thing. I sprang an instant woodie! And to my embarrassment, Emily felt it!
She grinned up into my suddenly flushed face.
"It's so nice to... see you again, Dick." she cooed as she gently swiveled her pelvis against me. This did nothing to relieve my hard-on. Nor did the way she rocked her upper body against me. If anything... Feeling those huge globes pressed against me was the most exciting thing I'd felt in a long time! What a RACK! She was huge! I thought I could feel her nipples thru her clothing. Was she even wearing a bra? Inquiring minds wanted to know!
"Yeah, you too," I mumbled as I collapsed onto a kitchen stool. I tried my best to hide the result of our clinch. I was hoping Mom didn't notice. But I knew Emily knew it was there.
Thankfully they spent the next twenty minutes chatting which gave me a chance to regain my composure. And I admit I took the chance to check out Emily. Discreetly, I hoped!
At some point Emily opened the zipper on hoodie which revealed the mounded tops of her boobs. They powered up, pushing into the opening she had created. I saw no sign of a bra! I tried not to stare too much. But I'm sure Emily caught me looking more than once.
It didn't seem to bother her too much. She just smiled at me and kept on talking to my Mom. While I kept on looking at her tits every chance I got. From time to time she would flap the halves of the hoodie as if she was warm. I think it was more to show off her tits. To me. And I admit I was looking!
Those were two gigantic boobs! Obviously Emily had had breast enhancement surgery. Enlargement. I mean she had gone from noticeable to 'Oh, MY FUCKING GOD!'. Seriously, you could see them from the back! They were wider than her shoulders and stuck out in front of her by at least a foot! It was ridiculous. And exciting! And sexy as hell! She was no longer an average housewife. She was a bomb breasted MILF! Those amazing tits stuck straight ahead and were topped by the biggest nipples! I could see them thru her skimpy, thin t-shirt!
And the rest of her was just as hot! She had always been in good shape. Slender waist, great legs in the short heels that she was wearing, and a butt that looked like you could bounce a coin off! She was a MILF for sure! But she didn't have any kids. Or a husband now, it seemed.
When she got up and went to the bathroom I watched as she wiggled and jiggled across the kitchen. Those mammoth melons hardly quivered. They just vibrated a little as she landed on her stiletto heels. Her ass was just as firm - they flexed and bounced and shivered in those yoga pants. An inspiring sight which my cock took notice of!
When she came back she walked behind me to get to the fridge and she made a point to drag her finger tips across my shoulders as she went. Mom didn't see it, she was getting more coffee for the two of them.
They kept up the conversation and I chipped in a little here and there. But mostly I was just looking at Emily. Well, mostly I was looking at her boobs. I managed to not get caught too often by my Mom.
I noticed some other things too, once I had started to get a little accustomed to those whoppers. She was wearing make up that highlighted her eyes, really long dark eyelashes, green eyeshadow. Really red lipstick. Actually, kind of trashy, you know? Emily seemed to have plumper lips than normal. I knew that there were things women could do, collagen, I thought.
I got up and started to dig out a soda when Mom went to the bathroom. As I turned around Emily was right there! Just inches from me. I mean her tits were inches from me. Her face was considerably further away.
"Dick, I want to explain this to you." she gestured at the massively round ovoids that were intruding into my space. "Harry took off with some cheap stripper he met at the nudie club. Left me the house and a bunch of money. As if that..." her voice died away.
"Well anyway, I took some of that money and had some work done. Did you know that a woman's sexuality peaks in her late 30's and early 40's?" She seemed to have changed the subject. "And I didn't want to miss out on any of it! I had missed enough while I was married to that low life, limp dicked..." Her voice faded away again.
She smiled bravely. "I wanted to get revenge. I wanted to live! I had given so much of my life to being a good housewife. And then that son-of-a-bitch just up and left me for a younger bitch with phony boobs. So, I decided to go him one better! I decided to become a fucking boy toy! And nothing says 'Fuck ME!' like a huge pair of tits, does it?" She smiled and used both hands to push her tits up against my chest. "And I really, really like my new look and the attention I get! Men can't keep their eyes off me. Even if they are with their wife or girlfriend." She paused for a moment. "Or mothers for that matter!" She grinned up at me!
"I like the way they look at me. I like the way you look at me, Dick I like to show off my new look. I don't mind if you look, really, I don't." She was looking up at me from under her eyelashes. Her hands were resting gently on my chest. I could feel her fingers flexing a little. She was feeling me up!
"You may not know it, Dick, but you have a reputation around here. All the high school girls talk about you. And I think you have earned the reputation, based on what I, um, felt earlier!"
Her hands dropped her tits and we both watched them jostle to a halt, high up on her chest. While I was watching that her hands swept down to cradle my chubby before landing on her hips. Still smiling up into my eyes she took a deep breath which caused her tits to brush against me.
Her hands came off her hips. One grasped the bottom of her hoodie, and she pulled the halves apart, showing both of her gigantic hooters. She took a deep breath. Nearly half of her boobs came into sight, surging out of the skimpy tee shirt that she was wearing. As I gaped she held the hoodie apart so I could see just how massive her tits were. I'd never seen, never imagined seeing, anything so freaking huge. These were definitely the largest tits I had ever seen! And those nipples! Zowie! She wasn't wearing a bra either! It didn't look like she needed a bra. I wondered how big her bra would have to be to hold those huge mounds.
In High School, I'd dated Debbie DiNardo for a while. Every one had called her DD behind her back. And that had been accurate as I'd discovered. Debbie wore a 32-DD bra. She was the largest busted girl in school. She wasn't half as large as Emily was now! Not even close!
"After I got over Harry leaving me," she continued, "I decided to take things into my own hands. I know your Mom doesn't approve. But I've had more sex in the past few months than in my prior lifetime!"
"I've learned to reach out and take what I want instead of waiting for it to come to me." Her hands were lightly patting and stroking my growing erection while she was talking. "I just want you to understand. I'm not looking for a committed relationship. I'm just looking for straight-ahead sex!"
Before I could react she was sitting back down at the table. She grinned up at me, watching as I tried to pull myself together.
For the next half hour or so I watched, enthralled, as Emily put on a show! Without being to blatant she posed for me in various ways showing off her amazing amplitude.
She would arch her body, she would show off how big she was. When Mom wasn't looking she would hold the hoodie open and let me get a good look at how her chest over filled the poor stretched out t-shirt she had on.
The whole time she had a small smirking grin on her face. She knew what she was doing and how it was affecting me. I had a tremendous erection under my denim jeans!
When Mom went to the bathroom again, complaining that the coffee was just running thru her, Emily slowly came to her feet. She strutted around the table, her hoodie hanging open. She brought her hands to the bottom of her t-shirt and she slowly rolled it up to display the underside of the largest breasts I could ever hope to see!
She came around to stand behind me. She leant over me, her giant pillows just CRUSHED against me as she whispered in my ear.
"So here's the deal, Dick. After I leave here I'm going to drive around the corner and wait for, oh, ten minutes. If you don't show I'll know that you're not interested." Her tongue darted out to lick me ear. I shivered at the contact and she giggled before she continued. "If you do show up I can promise you one of the most exciting nights of your life. Your choice, stud!" She pursed her lips, kissed my cheek, and turned away.
By the time Mom got back Emily was sitting at the kitchen table with her hoodie zipped back up and I was sitting across from her trying my best to ignore the biggest hard-on I'd ever had!
After I got myself under control I excused myself and went up to my room and played WOW to take my mind off my Mom's best friend and her transformation from Mom to MILF/ Boytoy/Sex Bomb.
Emily stayed for another hour and a half. When she left she made a point of yelling goodbye up the stairs to where I was playing on the computer.
And a few moments later I was out the door telling Mom I was going to a friends house and not to wait up for me. Well, it wasn't a total lie.